Page 54 of Sweet Retribution

“Gia.”

“You seem a little... tense.”

I skim my hand down his torso and stop at his crotch. He’s not there yet, but there’s movement under my hand. I give him five seconds before he’ll be ready.

“I know a way to take the edge off.” I lower the zipper to his fly and open his pants, fisting his cock in my hands.

“Jesus, Gia.” His fingers dig into my hips. He rests his forehead against mine.

I lower my mouth so it’s hovering over his. “Do you want me to stop?” I whisper.

He grunts in reply. I hadn’t planned on giving him a blow job when I came downstairs. I’d been hoping for a sweet kiss, but figured it wouldn’t happen.

I shimmy off his lap and kneel at his feet, then take his solid length in my mouth.

“Fuck, Gia.” His hands grip his arm rest. “I want to touch you, but I don’t want to rumple your hair or clothes.”

I smile at his thoughtfulness. Keeping my mouth on him, I shrug out of my blazer and unbutton my lilac sleeveless blouse. “Touch me,” I say around the tip of his cock.

He takes hold of my shoulders and pulls me up his legs until I’m straddling him again.

“Fuck,” he says again. I see the turmoil raging in him. He wants me. He wants this, but the lingering guilt, guilt over what, I’m not sure, is there.

He cups my cheeks in his palms and tugs me toward him, kissing me hard and aggressively, like I’d expect. This kiss is completely different from last night’s. This one is full of lust and passion.

Stone stands and sits me on his desk. Keeping his mouth on mine, he shuffles things behind me, then lays me on my back. He drops to his knees and spreads my thighs with his shoulders, then moves my thong to the side.

“Rocco,” I shout as his tongue finds my wet center. I want this. I want this dirty, brazen sex on his desk. I want him to think of it, think of us, every time he sits behind it. I push my heels into his back and reach for his shoulders, but he’s pushing too hard with his tongue, with his fingers, deep inside me. I can’t reach him.

I grasp for anything on the desk but nothing is secure enough to hold me. I reach over my head and hold on to the edge as he brings me to orgasm. It goes on and on and he doesn’t relent with his tongue or fingers. No sooner has it subsided than I feel Stone enter me.

His body covers mine and he reaches over my head and clasps our hands together as he pumps into me. I open my eyes and find him staring into mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says before crashing his mouth against mine. His tongue matches pace with his cock as he fills me, then retreats, fills me, then retreats. It’s slow and rhythmic, but I need him faster, harder.

“Stone. Please.” I dig my heels into his back and squeeze his hands as I push myself harder and faster on his cock.

He picks up the pace and grunts and curses until we’re both calling each others’ names out in pleasure. He kisses me tenderly as our heartbeats slow.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says again.

I breathe in his words, taste the bourbon on his tongue, and brace myself for the real meaning behind his words.

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She’s so fucking beautiful. She’s so fucking perfect, and I’m about to ruin her. This time, for good.

I don’t want to leave her, but I put on my mask and pretend like sex with Gia is no different than sex with any other woman. I pull away and control my gasp as my cock slips from her. I button my pants and stride across the floor to my bathroom to clean myself, then grab a towel for Gia.

She’s already sitting up on my desk, fixing her bra and buttoning her blouse.

“Thank you,” she says shyly as she takes the towel from me.

I hand her the jacket she tossed to the floor. “You can clean up in the bathroom.”

I need her to give me space for a few minutes so I can compose myself. She nods in agreement and I watch her walk away. When the door to the bathroom closes, I let out a deep sigh.

Having sex with Gia doesn’t relieve the pressure building up in my chest. I thought it would. Hell, she thought it would. The pressure isn’t from sexual frustration, or a need to blow off steam. If that were the case, last night would have made me ready for what is about to go down.

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